Текст песни Do You Love Me? - Dam Dre

Do you love me?
Do you need me?
Do you want me?
Do you, do you?
Do you love me?
Do you need me?
Do you want me?
Do you, do you?
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Do you, do you?
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Do you, do you?
Do you love me?
Do you need me?
Do you want me?
Do you, do you?
Do you love me?
Do you need me?
Do you want me?
Do you, do you?
...
Do you, do you?
...
Do you, do you?
'Magine Rock up in 'em projects where 'em niggas pick your pockets
Santa Claus don't miss the stockings, liquors spillin', pistols poppin'
Bakin' soda YOLA whippin', ain't no turkey on Thanksgivin'
My homeboy just dome'd a nigga, I just hope the Lord forgive him
Pots with cocaine residue, every day I'm hustlin'
What else is a thug to do when you eat cheese from the government?
Gotta provide for my daughter 'nem get the fuck-up out my way, bitch
Got that drum and I got them bands just like a parade, bitch
Drop that work up in them bushes, hope them boys don't see my stash
If they do, tell the truth, it's the last time you might see my ass
From the gardens where the grass ain't cut, them serpents lurkin', Blood
Bitches sellin' pussy, niggas sellin' drugs, but it's all good
Broken promises, steal your watch and tell you what time it is
Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a Foot Locker is
In the streets with a heater under my Dungarees
Dreams of me gettin' shaded under a money tree
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Pick your poison, tell me what you do
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
(The one in front of the gun lives forever)
And I been hustlin' all-day, this-a-way, that-a-way
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
Money trees is the perfect place for shade,
And that's jus' how I feel
Nah, nah, a dollar might just fuck your main bitch
That's jus' how I feel, nah
A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with
That's jus' how I feel, nah, nah
A dollar might just make that lane switch
That's jus' how I feel, nah
A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich
That's jus' how I